Ready To Mend

In the driver's seat, eyes on the road ahead,
Old maps fade, but the new one's not drawn,
I'm shedding skin like a ghost in the thread,
Hanging between what was and what comes.

Nothing fits, nothing calls me by name,
The routines echo hollow, the future's a flame,
Unlit in the dark, but I feel the shift,
A quiet rumble, life's generous gift.

Yeah, life's generous gift!
Life's generous gift!

Oh, I'm in that hallway, between two worlds so vast,
Old story's closed, but the ink hasn't cast,
Limbo with eyes wide, heart beating slow,
Waiting for the dawn in the afterglow.

Yeah, in the afterglow.
Oh, in the afterglow.

Relationships crack like dry autumn leaves,
Places that held me now drift out of reach,
The point I was chasing, it up and deceives,
Now I'm the question, no answers to preach.

No answers to preach!

Oh, Standing in doorways, no key in my hand,
What used to define me slips through like sand,
Limbo with whispers, the ground starts to bend,
Something beneath me is ready to mend.

Ready to mend.
Oh, ready to mend.

No labels to pin, no direction to chase,
The future I dreamed of has changed its face,
I'm not who I was, but becoming's embrace,
In this rare space, I find my own grace.

Yeah, I find my own grace!

Oh, Here in the threshold, where shadows collide,
Old life's a memory, new one's on the tide,
Limbo with knowing, the shift pulls me through,
Into the story that's waiting for you.

Yeah, waiting for you!
Yeah, waiting for you!
Oh, waiting for you!
Waiting for you.

©2025 Hugh Mungus